Thanks For Nothing Pt. 2 (The Revenge)

life's the image of a tightening screw

it keeps on turning till it breaks you

i'm not the one to talk for hours about the wars that we're losing

can't pretend to not see all the flesh that we're bruising

stand to the back, simple as that, another boring day

death don't mean a thing if we don't see whose dying

a little piece of mind for anyone who's buying

leave it alone, return to your homes, try to forget that

daylight goes black

and others bear the rain on their backs

your enemies are nothing like you

and peace has a price for those who lose

we've never learned our lesson cause we've never had to

swept under the rug just like a piece of bad news

time after time, pockets are lined, and we answer the call

we hardly notice how

we're racing like a roller coaster

hanging like a puppet on a string

dancing to the same old tune

yeah we dance, we laugh, we kill, and we sing

god damn

don't look up from what your doing

let the world give you the slip

don't be late for church on sunday

because ignorance is bliss